Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.